Sunday, February 26, 2012


Waking again to  mystery and wonder
Sunshine through window
Old body not yet worn through
Bits of memory
Fragments of dreams
Routines as glue
Holding me
I pray
Another day
I've forfeited life
Yet wake undeserving
Blessed  I know not how
Seeking stories of meaning
Join with others in  speculation
And laugh in gratitude
I am just a guest


Ben Nuttall-Smith said...

What a beautiful poem. Work of a master. So humble and so true.

haykind said...

Thanks Ben, a true gift from such a fine writer and artist. Glad to hear your book Secrets Kept, Secrets Told is getting out there.